Heavens To Betsy, You’re Cute As A Button
Come on, Shoot The Breeze, Spill The Beans
You’re As Fit As A Fiddle, Fine As Frog Hair
You’re Driving Me Up A Wall, come clean
It was nasty outside, Raining Cats And Dogs
A Real Toad Strangler, it was coming down good
It was Like A Cow Peeing On A Flat Rock
Does A Bear Really Live In The Woods?
I’ve known you since Knee High To A Grasshopper
Where ever we went I would Ride Shotgun
Beauty parlors, Pass The Buck, say “Eat My Dust”
One rainy day stopped without me, a change had begun
Really, I’m not as Dumb As A Box Of Rocks
I’m Running In Circles, You’re On My Last Nerve
So, Put Up Or Shut Up, don’t Plead The Fifth
I’m having a Conniption Fit I don’t deserve
So you’ve got me Behind The Eight Ball
I’m becoming Mean As The Junk Yard Dog
There’s More Than One Way To Skin A Cat
I’m Going Postal, You’re Telling Me, Whole Hog
Your complexion is White As A Ghost
No longer do you look Old As The Hills
Don’t Hold Your Horses, you Penny Pincher
Tell me The Whole Nine Yards, don’t be still
I will Jump For Joy, be Free As A Bird
Once In A Blue Moon, Go Jump In A Lake
Is it A Piece Of Cake? Say It Ain’t So
Jump On The Bandwagon, my John Hancock make
Dumb As A Doorknob, I’m Quitting Cold Turkey
My Blind As A Bat has Bought The Farm
My hair, not Crooked As A Snake’s Hind Leg
Beautified, I’m Snug As A Bug In A Rug
The Hoosier Wordsmith contains short stories and poetry pertaining to life’s experiences and trials. The content contains varying subject matter from humor, satire, patriotism and God’s everlasting love.
Thursday, June 23, 2022
HEAVENS TO BETSY
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